Post by Mimi on Aug 18, 2006 10:49:11 GMT -5
“Will you be there to catch me if I fall?” Marlena asked John as she looked up at him, hope in her eyes. Could she trust him? Did she dare trust him? She waited for his answer apprehensively.
“Always my love, always,” John answered with all the promise in the world as he hugged her tighter and kissed her gently on the top of her head. Deciding to take a chance, even if it meant that she might get hurt, Marlena really opened her heart and mind to John for the first time. In the moment that she decided to trust him, she felt a sense of peace for the first time in years.
“I believe you,” she whispered, tears slowly running down her cheeks, as she raised her lips to his and gently kissed him. She felt so free, so liberated, so happy. Just wanting to enjoy the moment, she kissed him again. She felt the corners of John’s mouth move up as he smiled at her in the kiss.
“God, do I love you,” John said as he tenderly kissed her again. He broke off from the kiss and looked deep into her hazel eyes, seeing the fire once again. Marlena was back. In the moment that he gazed into her eyes it was as if he had turned back the clock twenty years. Everything that had drawn him to her in the first place was there; the spark, the passion, the intensity, the love, the life. She was his soulmate and had finally come home. “I love you MB,” he moaned as his kiss quickly turned from gentle to passionate.
As Marlena returned his kiss with equal if not greater passion, she gave into the moment and just let it happen. There was no analysis, no second guessing, no holding back. She let it be. For everything that she was, it was enough for him. She didn’t have to be more, she could just be. He was her soulmate, her savior, her lover and best friend. Whatever happened, they would face it together.
“Freeze,” the Salem Police Department rookie screamed out as he came around the corner and saw two lovers embracing, a gun by their side. John looked up, annoyed as hell, that this critical moment with Marlena was broken by some idiot. “Both of you put your hands where I can see them,” he ordered, his hands shaking as he pointed his gun at them.
“John,” Roman said in surprise as he rushed around the corner and saw who Officer Simmons was pointing his gun at. When the report came into the station that shots were fired down at the pier, Roman suspected that the ongoing turf war between two rival gangs had escalated. Never did he imagine that the culprits would be John and/or Marlena. He was embarrassed to find them in this situation. They looked more like two lovers making out than reckless citizens randomly firing a gun.
“Roman…please tell your officer to stop pointing that gun at me,” John said through clenched teeth. He felt Marlena shivering in his arms and recognized the need to get her out of the cold. The rain continued to fall around them.
Roman looked at the rookie and then at John and Marlena, calculating how he was going to handle this situation.
“Commander Brady…the gun is behind them towards the water….what would you like me to do?” Officer Simmons asked his boss nervously. This was his first shots fired call and he wanted to make sure that he did everything by the book so that he would impress his boss, never imagining that Commander Brady would be right in front of him. John stared at both of them, trying to shelter Marlena in his arms.
Roman shook his head, knowing that as Police Commander he couldn’t ignore the fact that they had a gun and that one of them had most likely fired it multiple times. A police report would have to be filed.
“What’s going on?” Bo Brady asked as he quickly turned the corner and skidded on the wet pavement. “Oh.” He saw Marlena huddled in John’s arms, face buried in his chest. John rolled his eyes, annoyed that he had yet another person to deal with. Why couldn’t the fates somehow give him a break?
“Please put down the gun Officer Simmons,” Roman asked gently, taking control of the situation. “I know both of these individuals and neither is a threat.” He watched as Officer Simmons put down his gun and placed it back in his holster.
“Why don’t you go back to car squad car and get your kit,” Roman suggested to the rookie, trying to buy some time for John and Marlena and for himself. Bo glanced sideways at Roman, a look of concern in his eyes. Both of them had complicated relationships with John and Marlena and it was a conflict of interest for either one to question them or investigate what had happened.
“Marlena,” John whispered to her lovingly. “Are you alright?”
“No,” she whispered back as she shook her head, her body trembling. John wasn’t sure it she was shivering from the cold or from fear. “I don’t want anyone to see me like this.” She was afraid of Roman’s reaction knowing that he would be devastated and disappointed to hear that she had tried to commit suicide and that John was willing to follow her.
“Let me talk with Roman and I’m sure that everything will be fine,” John said as he gently stroked the side of her face while he watched Roman and Bo. They seemed to be engaged in a rather animated discussion.
“No, John…No…Roman’s going to know…he’s going to lock me up in a psychiatric facility… I can’t go there….I can’t.” Marlena started to panic is John’s arms. John felt the increase in her heart rate and breathing. She wasn’t quite gasping for air yet, but unless he calmed her down soon, she would be.
“Honey, you don’t know that?” he said tenderly as he tilted her head back and kissed her on the lips.
Marlena pulled out of the kiss and sat up his lap and looked at him. “John, I’m a psychiatrist…by law he can order a 72 hour involuntary hold on me…discharging a gun in public is enough.”
“Roman wouldn’t do that,” John said, shaking his head.
“Roman wouldn’t do what?” Roman asked as he approached them and knelt down in front of them, taking off his raincoat and placing it over Marlena to try to block out some of the rain. As he placed the coat over her he was immediately struck by how thin she was. She looked emaciated and he wondered if she was sick.
“Nothing,” John said as he pulled the coat tight around Marlena.
“I need to know what happened here tonight?” Roman asked his friends.
“Nothing happened…everything is fine…we’re just wet and cold,” John answered quickly, not giving Marlena the opportunity to answer a question. He was afraid that in her state she would either break down and Roman would know that something was wrong or she would blurt out the truth.
“John, I see the gun behind you…I need to know who fired it and why?” Roman saw Officer Simmons return with his case in hand and approach Bo. Bo was trying to shield the water from his face using his clipboard.
“Why does it matter? We’re both fine,” John stated matter of factly as he watched Bo and the rookie officer.
“One of you broke the law…look at the buildings around here…. there has got to be several thousands of dollars in damage, broken windows, broken lights. This wasn’t nothing.”
“So, I’ll pay for it.”
“Marlena,” Roman asked her tenderly. She was non-responsive, trying to make herself smaller in John’s arms, trying to disappear. “Marlena…I need to know what happened?” Marlena shook her head no and started crying. John stared at Roman and let him know that he wasn’t happy that he had made Marlena cry.
John watched as Officer Simmons picked up the gun and called in the serial number in over the radio.
“It’s my gun,” John said, valiantly trying to focus the investigation on him. Marlena had a professional career and reputation to uphold. With John it was different. He was the pawn, former employee of Stefano. Discharging a gun in public wouldn’t raise any eyebrows; it was expected.
“Commander Brady,” Officer Simmons called out tentatively to Roman. He knew from talking with Bo that the woman in front of him was Commander Brady’s ex-wife. He assumed the man was her current husband or boyfriend. It was hard to tell since she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring but he was.
“What?” Roman asked in annoyance.
“Could I speak with you for a minute?…Over here.”
“Sure, what is it?” Roman asked as he approached the rookie officer.
“The gun isn’t registered to John Black…it belongs to a Frank Evans from Denver Colorado.’
“And?” Roman asked. Although Frank was Marlena’s father and it made sense for her to have his gun, he was still curious as to why she had it and why he’d never seen the gun before.
“He reported it stolen some 35 years ago…I’ve asked the Denver PD to fax me a copy of the report that was filed.” Roman was trying to process what this meant. Marlena obviously stole the gun from her father, but why?
“Okay...good job Simmons,” Roman said as he patted him on the shoulder and turned back towards John and Marlena. John had been intently listening to their conversation. Roman recognized the confusion in John’s eyes about Marlena and the gun.
“Commander Brady, there’s something else you should know.”
Roman turned around in annoyance, “What?”
“Denver PD say that the gun was used to commit three murders back in 1970…all unsolved.”
“Always my love, always,” John answered with all the promise in the world as he hugged her tighter and kissed her gently on the top of her head. Deciding to take a chance, even if it meant that she might get hurt, Marlena really opened her heart and mind to John for the first time. In the moment that she decided to trust him, she felt a sense of peace for the first time in years.
“I believe you,” she whispered, tears slowly running down her cheeks, as she raised her lips to his and gently kissed him. She felt so free, so liberated, so happy. Just wanting to enjoy the moment, she kissed him again. She felt the corners of John’s mouth move up as he smiled at her in the kiss.
“God, do I love you,” John said as he tenderly kissed her again. He broke off from the kiss and looked deep into her hazel eyes, seeing the fire once again. Marlena was back. In the moment that he gazed into her eyes it was as if he had turned back the clock twenty years. Everything that had drawn him to her in the first place was there; the spark, the passion, the intensity, the love, the life. She was his soulmate and had finally come home. “I love you MB,” he moaned as his kiss quickly turned from gentle to passionate.
As Marlena returned his kiss with equal if not greater passion, she gave into the moment and just let it happen. There was no analysis, no second guessing, no holding back. She let it be. For everything that she was, it was enough for him. She didn’t have to be more, she could just be. He was her soulmate, her savior, her lover and best friend. Whatever happened, they would face it together.
“Freeze,” the Salem Police Department rookie screamed out as he came around the corner and saw two lovers embracing, a gun by their side. John looked up, annoyed as hell, that this critical moment with Marlena was broken by some idiot. “Both of you put your hands where I can see them,” he ordered, his hands shaking as he pointed his gun at them.
“John,” Roman said in surprise as he rushed around the corner and saw who Officer Simmons was pointing his gun at. When the report came into the station that shots were fired down at the pier, Roman suspected that the ongoing turf war between two rival gangs had escalated. Never did he imagine that the culprits would be John and/or Marlena. He was embarrassed to find them in this situation. They looked more like two lovers making out than reckless citizens randomly firing a gun.
“Roman…please tell your officer to stop pointing that gun at me,” John said through clenched teeth. He felt Marlena shivering in his arms and recognized the need to get her out of the cold. The rain continued to fall around them.
Roman looked at the rookie and then at John and Marlena, calculating how he was going to handle this situation.
“Commander Brady…the gun is behind them towards the water….what would you like me to do?” Officer Simmons asked his boss nervously. This was his first shots fired call and he wanted to make sure that he did everything by the book so that he would impress his boss, never imagining that Commander Brady would be right in front of him. John stared at both of them, trying to shelter Marlena in his arms.
Roman shook his head, knowing that as Police Commander he couldn’t ignore the fact that they had a gun and that one of them had most likely fired it multiple times. A police report would have to be filed.
“What’s going on?” Bo Brady asked as he quickly turned the corner and skidded on the wet pavement. “Oh.” He saw Marlena huddled in John’s arms, face buried in his chest. John rolled his eyes, annoyed that he had yet another person to deal with. Why couldn’t the fates somehow give him a break?
“Please put down the gun Officer Simmons,” Roman asked gently, taking control of the situation. “I know both of these individuals and neither is a threat.” He watched as Officer Simmons put down his gun and placed it back in his holster.
“Why don’t you go back to car squad car and get your kit,” Roman suggested to the rookie, trying to buy some time for John and Marlena and for himself. Bo glanced sideways at Roman, a look of concern in his eyes. Both of them had complicated relationships with John and Marlena and it was a conflict of interest for either one to question them or investigate what had happened.
“Marlena,” John whispered to her lovingly. “Are you alright?”
“No,” she whispered back as she shook her head, her body trembling. John wasn’t sure it she was shivering from the cold or from fear. “I don’t want anyone to see me like this.” She was afraid of Roman’s reaction knowing that he would be devastated and disappointed to hear that she had tried to commit suicide and that John was willing to follow her.
“Let me talk with Roman and I’m sure that everything will be fine,” John said as he gently stroked the side of her face while he watched Roman and Bo. They seemed to be engaged in a rather animated discussion.
“No, John…No…Roman’s going to know…he’s going to lock me up in a psychiatric facility… I can’t go there….I can’t.” Marlena started to panic is John’s arms. John felt the increase in her heart rate and breathing. She wasn’t quite gasping for air yet, but unless he calmed her down soon, she would be.
“Honey, you don’t know that?” he said tenderly as he tilted her head back and kissed her on the lips.
Marlena pulled out of the kiss and sat up his lap and looked at him. “John, I’m a psychiatrist…by law he can order a 72 hour involuntary hold on me…discharging a gun in public is enough.”
“Roman wouldn’t do that,” John said, shaking his head.
“Roman wouldn’t do what?” Roman asked as he approached them and knelt down in front of them, taking off his raincoat and placing it over Marlena to try to block out some of the rain. As he placed the coat over her he was immediately struck by how thin she was. She looked emaciated and he wondered if she was sick.
“Nothing,” John said as he pulled the coat tight around Marlena.
“I need to know what happened here tonight?” Roman asked his friends.
“Nothing happened…everything is fine…we’re just wet and cold,” John answered quickly, not giving Marlena the opportunity to answer a question. He was afraid that in her state she would either break down and Roman would know that something was wrong or she would blurt out the truth.
“John, I see the gun behind you…I need to know who fired it and why?” Roman saw Officer Simmons return with his case in hand and approach Bo. Bo was trying to shield the water from his face using his clipboard.
“Why does it matter? We’re both fine,” John stated matter of factly as he watched Bo and the rookie officer.
“One of you broke the law…look at the buildings around here…. there has got to be several thousands of dollars in damage, broken windows, broken lights. This wasn’t nothing.”
“So, I’ll pay for it.”
“Marlena,” Roman asked her tenderly. She was non-responsive, trying to make herself smaller in John’s arms, trying to disappear. “Marlena…I need to know what happened?” Marlena shook her head no and started crying. John stared at Roman and let him know that he wasn’t happy that he had made Marlena cry.
John watched as Officer Simmons picked up the gun and called in the serial number in over the radio.
“It’s my gun,” John said, valiantly trying to focus the investigation on him. Marlena had a professional career and reputation to uphold. With John it was different. He was the pawn, former employee of Stefano. Discharging a gun in public wouldn’t raise any eyebrows; it was expected.
“Commander Brady,” Officer Simmons called out tentatively to Roman. He knew from talking with Bo that the woman in front of him was Commander Brady’s ex-wife. He assumed the man was her current husband or boyfriend. It was hard to tell since she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring but he was.
“What?” Roman asked in annoyance.
“Could I speak with you for a minute?…Over here.”
“Sure, what is it?” Roman asked as he approached the rookie officer.
“The gun isn’t registered to John Black…it belongs to a Frank Evans from Denver Colorado.’
“And?” Roman asked. Although Frank was Marlena’s father and it made sense for her to have his gun, he was still curious as to why she had it and why he’d never seen the gun before.
“He reported it stolen some 35 years ago…I’ve asked the Denver PD to fax me a copy of the report that was filed.” Roman was trying to process what this meant. Marlena obviously stole the gun from her father, but why?
“Okay...good job Simmons,” Roman said as he patted him on the shoulder and turned back towards John and Marlena. John had been intently listening to their conversation. Roman recognized the confusion in John’s eyes about Marlena and the gun.
“Commander Brady, there’s something else you should know.”
Roman turned around in annoyance, “What?”
“Denver PD say that the gun was used to commit three murders back in 1970…all unsolved.”
